Thursday, February 24, 2011

poem fuel

back cracking
pain etching

same old shattered glass,
grass, undumped trash,
sticky food fight floors
dirty word graffiti doors

hovering pink slips
red tape mess,
work, headache stress

ain't you mad?
ain't you angry?

no man

this all just fuel
for tired monk poems
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15 comments:

  1. UnknownFebruary 24, 2011 at 2:45 PM

    Hey! Where's the lemon? Never mind! You identified a lot of fodder for poetry and change.

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  2. Brother OllieFebruary 24, 2011 at 2:50 PM

    Q: Where's the lemon?
    A: See stanzas 1-3

    All about the metaphor today, and everyday.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 24, 2011 at 3:37 PM

    No way to crayon outside those lines any more, friend. Not for us tired old copyists in the scriptorium. Yet the music is still there. Inside the faint, nearly obliterated capitals. - Brendan

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 24, 2011 at 6:34 PM

    Love the tired monk's outlook:)

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  5. The Square CornerFebruary 24, 2011 at 7:30 PM

    Had a bad day at work. I can relate.

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  6. Eileen T O'Neill .....February 24, 2011 at 8:30 PM

    old Ollie,
    I think the tired old monk, is due to have a well earned day off.
    Too much cleaning....no bitterness....
    Best wishes, Eileen

    PS: Thank you for you very kind words left at Life of a Poet Interview!

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  7. AnonymousFebruary 25, 2011 at 12:55 AM

    How right you are, Ollie! Writers are the best at turning lemons into lemonade...

    Lynette

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  8. EllaFebruary 25, 2011 at 10:16 AM

    YOU need some sweet,zen filled moments, to reflect on Mother's Nature gifts~ I can see the bitter fruit all over this poem~ Great imagery!!!

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  9. erinFebruary 25, 2011 at 12:22 PM

    Oh the sweet turning of it all.

    xo
    erin

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  10. flaubertFebruary 25, 2011 at 8:34 PM

    Great use of metaphors, Ollie.

    Pamela

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  11. Human ParadoxFebruary 25, 2011 at 10:37 PM

    Your a teacher Olie. I'm the kid in the back of the class. You tell me to pay attention but I can't pay attention to anything but sweet Mary Jane's ass.

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  12. Uma AnandaneFebruary 26, 2011 at 10:18 AM

    "grass, undumped trash,
    sticky food fight floors
    dirty word graffiti doors" -lovely choice of words..I interpreted the words as ---cut garden grass- undumped trash,foods scattered on the floor and graffiti written doors...Nice

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  13. madhumakhiFebruary 26, 2011 at 11:44 AM

    same old shattered glass,
    "grass, undumped trash,
    sticky food fight floors
    dirty word graffiti doors

    hovering pink slips
    red tape mess,
    work, headache stress"

    I like the fact that you haven't used "lemon" anywhere. but all the put-offs mentioned in what you've written above does make one feel as sour as a lemon.

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  14. Judy RoneyFebruary 27, 2011 at 5:08 PM

    Wow! I am so impressed with this This is something I want to incorporate into my life. I'll be searching now for writer's fuel. :)

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  15. Celestial DreamzFebruary 28, 2011 at 9:44 AM

    oh this is interesting indeed! loved it :)

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